Zuma 'seized' with Nkandla report

[LazyLion]

President Jacob Zuma was still working on a report on costly upgrades at his Nkandla home, his spokesman said on Thursday.

"President Jacob Zuma is still seized with preparing the report to the Speaker on the upgrades at his Nkandla home, as undertaken to the Speaker of the National Assembly," spokesman Mac Maharaj said in a statement.

"The president will submit his report as soon as possible after receiving all the necessary information required for the preparation of the report."

Parliament had been informed, he said.

On July 5, the African National Congress chief whip's office said Zuma had indicated he would provide the Speaker, Baleka Mbete, with a final and comprehensive report within 30 days.

This would be after he received the provisional Special Investigating Unit (SIU) report.

In April Zuma controversially declined to respond to Public Protector Thuli Madonsela's findings that he had derived undue benefit from the R246 million security upgrade at his home in KwaZulu-Natal. It included an amphitheatre, a chicken run, and a swimming pool.

She recommended Zuma pay back part of the cost out of his own pocket.

At the time, Zuma said he would wait for the SIU's work to be completed. Last month he said he was perusing the agency's provisional findings and would respond within 30 working days.

On July 10, SIU head, Vas Soni said the report on upgrades had been delayed in part because investigators only gained access to the property earlier in July, more than six months after the probe was launched.

Soni told Parliament's justice portfolio committee it pained him the report was being held up by two difficulties the SIU encountered.

The first was access, the second a lack of co-operation from two people. He declined to name them.

Zuma signed a proclamation on December 18 last year giving the SIU the go-ahead to investigate "intentional or negligent loss of public money" at Nkandla.


Source : Sapa /dm/fg/jje/th
Date : 17 Jul 2014 12:26

 

[LazyLion]

Hopefully he will have a seizure or something!

 

[ToxicBunny]

I'm surprised he is even managing to work on the report, that lazy bugger doesn't know what work really is.

 

[Fulcrum29]

Van uitstel kom afstel

 

[AlphaBravo]

Old Mac used the correct word indeed, this report aint goin anywhere!

 

[The_Unbeliever]

the dog ate it!

 

[Hemi300c]

Thank God our Defense Force is so k@k otherwise Zuma could have pulled a Clinton and declared war on terrorism and SA into battle against someone to divert attention.
Mind you they probably cadres..................

 

[The_Unbeliever]

I just had to do it...

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious report of Nkandla,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for Nkandla -
For the rare and radiant homestead whom the cANCer name Nkandla -
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more,'

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Nkandla!'
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Nkandla!'
Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
`Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more!'

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Stalin just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -
Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as `Nevermore.'

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before -
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'
Then the bird said, `Nevermore.'

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
`Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of "Never-nevermore."'

But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking `Nevermore.'

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
`Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Nkandla!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this Nkandla!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant KwaZulu Natal,
It shall clasp a beautiful homestead whom the collective name Nkandla -
Clasp a rare and radiant homestead, whom the collective name Nkandla?'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -
`Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!

With apologies to the Poe estate...